This morning I found myself at my desk earlier than usual. I made a cup of coffee. I did the Wordle, and of course Connections. I...

Every dream evaporates upon waking and I am left with only mist that dissipates on the wings of the ceiling fan. U.S. History enjoyed a...

The nocturnal umbilical cord of sleep that ties me to the world of dreams was cut early this morning and I was birthed back into light. ...

Sophomore Study Hall is still unaware of this blog. I do not link it to their Canvas pages and so the words typed here are like our own...

Today we discussed the possibilities of an SGA with no limits on power. All of their tiny squirrel hearts beating a passion as they plan...

Year thirty of my imprisonment and I am still no closer to escape. The voices of the children bleed together like a chorus of crickets,...

The children are revolting. Or they would be if given the chance. Today we wrote our own "Declaration of Independence" and I believe...

I am tethered to the wind and so I have no will of my own. It is not freedom. As part of my listless and purposeless wandering I entered...

Students sprang into seats like so many mushrooms after a rain. They had been scanned and searched and so the constant fear I live with...

And once again the guillotine blade was poised to fall, made dull by each preceding year until it was no more dangerous than a letter...